Yesterday was Mullet Appreciation Day at my daughters’ uni hall of residence, the start of a month long celebration of the bogan hairstyle of choice, known as Mullet May. The photos I saw on our group chat late last night just proved the old maxim that alcohol and razors shouldn’t mix. This is the atrocity my daughter perpetrated on a “friend”:
After I went to sleep, my daughter declared she was going to get her hair done next. Haven’t seen any photos yet but I think you can understand my anxiety.
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So, I stand corrected. No bottles of beer were harmed during the course of yesterday evening’s celebrations. So, no excuses really for what my daughter did to that poor boy’s hair.
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I stand corrected again. Apparently the whole idea is to do as atrocious a job as possible.
